A sweaty middle age woman peeks into the temple ahead of us. She pauses for a moment at the entrance, then abruptly turns and toddles back. She’s muttering in English, “Enough Buddhas already.”
Enough Buddhas
Thoughts from the Road
Thoughts from the Road
A sweaty middle age woman peeks into the temple ahead of us. She pauses for a moment at the entrance, then abruptly turns and toddles back. She’s muttering in English, “Enough Buddhas already.”